Dump Day

Boston Pobble recently told me that she secretly, in her mind, thinks of "Camera Unload" posts as "PDD": Photo Dump Day. That's so much catchier—and classier— that I'm going to steal it use it from now on.

First, I have to revisit a few past posts.

1. I cashed in on an '07 Christmas gift from Clint on January 2, '09. A year ago I asked you for your perfume suggestions. I kept your list in my wallet, smelling all of you people, each and every one of you. I had indicated that I'm drawn to something spicy and near-masculine, and in the end, I didn't get anything of the sort. I already had a spicy scent. Why go for another? When all was said and done, I kept returning to, and trying on this one:

Juicy Couture

It's soft, light, and flowery, and smacks slightly of suntan lotion, I think. Oh, and Clint thinks it's much more fun to call it Juicy Cootchie—another classy title upgrade. He and Pobs should get together and just rename everything, don't you think?

#2 Boots

A few months ago, I dreamed about new Country-City boots, and thought that I loved these (Keen, Winthrop):

Clint's gift to me this year was boots of my choice, but when we went to try these on, I found out I didn't love them, not at all. They're wide through the top, and squish all down when you walk, giving them the look of galoshes. I'm sure galoshes are in my future, but not $160 leather galoshes, thank you very much.

In the end, I chose these North Face boots (Hailey):



I love them! They are comfortable, waterproof, lined with this heavenly soft fleecy stuff, and are oh-so-warm. Seriously, there have been cold days since I got them in which I can honestly say that I've only been warm from the knees down.

Of course, when it came right down to mucking around in the country in them a few weeks ago, I'd have nothing of the sort—I changed back into my ugly muddy winter galosh boots. I'm not messing up my good City Country boots!

This concludes the minutes from the past meeting. On to the Dumping.

First up: Signs. Here's the sign at an oil change place at Prospect & Bradley, in Champaign.



I don't know what else to add to that

This one at Burger King, when we pulled in for a diet coke the other day:



"SORRY!!!!!" Oh yeah, we've all had this apology before. They don't sound very sorry, do they?

So, if you want to tack on another order of fries you have to get back in line? Is this really that much of a problem at their store that they had to make a policy out of it?

Here's what I think: If you order some more fries at the window, your order gets placed on the drive through computer, out of order. It looks like the guy 3 cars behind has ordered fries. The fast food employees are too daft busy to keep track of the whereabouts of those fries for the next 3 minutes. They forget that those fries already left the premise. They fill another order of fries, and hand it to the guy that was 3 cars behind you, and then give HIS order to the guy behind him, and so on and so forth, until it's a big Burger King Clusterfook

That sign should really read, "SORRY!!! We can't keep 4 orders in a row straight. HAVE A NICE DAY!!!!"

Boy, back when I worked fast food, we wrote our orders on scratch pads and kept them all straight, and we liked it! Grumble, grumble.

Next picture: You'll probably have to click to enlarge this one, but here are some deer that were in the field across from the country casa the other day. We didn't stick around, but they inevitably cross the road, and muck around in our yard for awhile, and proceed to the field behind our house.

I am seriously going to have to invest in a high-power lens for my good camera when we get settled in there. We purposely designed the house so that we'll have a good view of these gorgeous creatures, no matter where they're grazing.



Last photo: Here's Clint at my Mom's house Sunday afternoon, putting a new lamp together for her. I still laugh at the look on my Mom's face, when she first noticed him. She looked at him, then gave me a "what in the hell?" look, before finally cracking up.

Better yet, when I sent this photo to his mother yesterday, she sent back this message: "Proves you can turn him on!!"

P.S. Do any bloggers out there know what's up when Blogger either adds 1000 paragraph returns between every paragraph, or closes up all the space between them, while you write? It's annoying, annoying I say, to have to go back and space them properly, over and over again.